Camping.
Sleeping on the ground, cook over a fire, freeze at night, camping. With a four year old who just informed me that her name is now Plumito. While I'm vomiting. Camping.
I love this crap. I really do. And we haven't gone this year yet. But I'm so tired, and so sick. And everything is so much freakin' work when you camp.
The ONLY upside is the DH (who would keel over and die if he knew I'd trade it for a hotel and a facial). He's one of those super outdoorsy types who eats this stuff up. I can sit in the car with a book while he sets up. And cooks, and cleans, and feels all rugged and manly for it.
Biggest fear? I'm going to puke in the bushes (there's no way I'm putting my face near an outhouse seat) and the vomit surrounding our campsite will attract bears.
Re: Please Don't Make Me Go
MPZ born June 2011
TTC #2 ... Cycle 1-3: IUI = BFN | Cycle 4: IVF ... canceled but 3 snow babies
Cycle 5: FET .. BFP! | EDD - 3/15/2014